The Arizona sentinel., 1887-10-22
ONLY AN AMATEUR.
How He Played the Part of an
 Organ Grinder.

The organ man at the gate had been grinding away at the popular tunes which filled his music-boX, and left room for running accompaniment ot grunt and groan, for full fifteen min- utes. All the nurses. and all the children under their charge, had gaped over the fence, and thrown him plentiful largess of small change, and pitiful boarders of larger growth had thrown sundry five-cent pieces from upper windows; now the head of the house, hard at work in the kitchen as she usually was. did the same.
 "Some won't encourage lem" she said to Sally, her assistant-in-general; 'but I say they help boarders to keep lively; and if your summer boarder gets low-sperited you're apt to lose her; so take the beef the folks have left on their plates, warm it on the grid-iron, and put it on clean plate, with hot potatoes and turnips-there' s enough of that on the plates, too. What the eye don't see the heart don't grieve for, and I don't t believe an Eye italian further would care anyway ef he did know"
 And Sally, obedient to the behest, called to the grinder to Come in
 While he was feeding within young Mortimer came back from fishing. He was, in the city, as regularly fash ionable as any one else, but out amongst the mountains he elected to live in red shirt and knickerbockers, a great fsherman's hat, and a big leather belt in which he presented some thing the appearance of theat- rical bandit being dark, handsome, and romantic-looking. He put down his rod and the small string of brook trout he had brought home with him, within the gate, and went back again to look at the brown box the organ grinder had left outside.
 ''Why, it S an organ" he exclaimed; "and all my life I've desired to grind an organ. It seems such a comforta- ble, easy way of making music. l never had an opportunity before. Here goes"
 And placing the instrument in the proper position, he began to turn the crank in excellent time, looking up at the house out of the corners of his eyes in the most professional manner, and carrying out the idea by his cos tune. He expected some of the more youthful boarders to appear, and to get little fun out of his organ-play- ing, but the young ladies were gone upthe mountains in their short dresses, and with their alpenstocks; the chil- dren were adoring the monkey in the kitchen, and the older people, think ing that the legitimate grinder had resumed his labors, took care not to look out lest they should awaken ex- pectations of a second relay of five cent pieces. Therefore MT. Mortimer sauntered up and down the road, hitch ing his organ along, and singing the words of the popular songs without effect until Miss P arker, from the house on the hill, turned the corner in her new red and gold 'cart," " and driv- ing very restive little horse.
 Whether the horse did not like pop ular tunes, or hated Italians, or thought the organ was about to attack him, did not appear; but as soon as the figure of Mortimer and the music box attracted his attention, he made an instantaneous photograph of himself aad paved the air with his fore legs.
 Miss Parker used her whip and lifted her voice, and Mortimer, casting the organ strap from his shoulder, did the best man could do under the circum- stances; so that before the animal reached the foot of the lane, she was safe once more.
 Saved" as she said to herself, "by this beautiful, graceful, elegant organ grinder, who certainly must be an Italian prince in disguise"
 Now Miss Parker had not been at boarding school and had the advan- tages of modern travel for nothing; she ''knew Italian," and as soon as she caught her breath she aired it for tn e organ grinders benefit
 "Signor" she said, politely, ''how can l thank you for saving my life?"
 'Ah, an Italian lady, I suppose" Il ought Mortimer-an Italian never would have supposed it for a moment, and he instantly replied in the same language:
 'Signorina, that I have done some- thing to spare you alarm makes ms